[ Logan's voice is even rougher than before, deeper, and Bucky loves it. Loves than he has this kind of effect on a man who seems so hard and cold on the outside. They both know differently, though. Both know how hot he burns on the inside.
And they both know how fast the one would press his face into the dirt if the other asked him to. ]
Good. [ He has to stop for a steadying breath at the stimulation, hips rolling forward unbidden. He goddamn loves the feel of Logan's hands on him. ] But I don't hear what you plan on doing about it.
[ Bucky smells like food. Logan's mouth waters, and the hand still on his neck moves up to curl up into his hair and grip the short strands there. ]
I want it in my mouth. In me. [ He almost kisses Bucky then, a growl rumbling in his chest as his lips press together in his attempt to keep himself at bay. ] Sir. I want to make you feel good.
[ And Logan would slide down right now in this dark and outdoor place to do it; it wouldn't be the first time, and the memory of having Bucky only a few metres away from the track they used to run laps on shoots through him in the form of a shiver.
A confession, short and sweet and honest: ] I missed you.
[ And then Logan's kissing him hard, blunt nails digging into his scalp, and his other hand works on the fastenings of Bucky's trousers so he can shove his fingers into the open flaps and slip them down the waistband of his underwear. ]
[ Fuck, yes. It's been too long a dry spell for Bucky to really want to drag out the teasing, and it does things to him when Logan breaks down and reveals his own desperation. Hips pushing forward as he feels smooth fingers working their way into his clothes, he grips the other man's head with both hands to hold him while they kiss. It's messy and aggressive and a little too noisy, and he doesn't give a damn.
But there are better, safer places for what they both want. Panting as they finally part, Bucky moves his grip to the front of Logan's coat and drags him up to his feet. ]
Too much traffic here. [ And yet not so much that he doesn't pull his subordinate down for another kiss. The taste is addictive, as is the heat of the man's body and the soft sounds he works so hard to suppress. ]
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And they both know how fast the one would press his face into the dirt if the other asked him to. ]
Good. [ He has to stop for a steadying breath at the stimulation, hips rolling forward unbidden. He goddamn loves the feel of Logan's hands on him. ] But I don't hear what you plan on doing about it.
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I want it in my mouth. In me. [ He almost kisses Bucky then, a growl rumbling in his chest as his lips press together in his attempt to keep himself at bay. ] Sir. I want to make you feel good.
[ And Logan would slide down right now in this dark and outdoor place to do it; it wouldn't be the first time, and the memory of having Bucky only a few metres away from the track they used to run laps on shoots through him in the form of a shiver.
A confession, short and sweet and honest: ] I missed you.
[ And then Logan's kissing him hard, blunt nails digging into his scalp, and his other hand works on the fastenings of Bucky's trousers so he can shove his fingers into the open flaps and slip them down the waistband of his underwear. ]
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But there are better, safer places for what they both want. Panting as they finally part, Bucky moves his grip to the front of Logan's coat and drags him up to his feet. ]
Too much traffic here. [ And yet not so much that he doesn't pull his subordinate down for another kiss. The taste is addictive, as is the heat of the man's body and the soft sounds he works so hard to suppress. ]